| So we move a little slower now
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| 'Cause we feel it in our hearts
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| And I promise to keep my fingers crossed
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| Until the pain tears them apart
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| But escaped were the words so gray
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| Like a cloud-crowded sky
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| And I can’t stop the rainy day
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| If it’s pouring from your eyes
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| And I almost died
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| Hearing you cry
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| Our bodies held each other close, embracing every shake
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| As that awful stutter tainted every word I tried to say
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| And we talked about our first time staring at that perfect line
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| Where we watched the blues dance with the amber black on canvas skies
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| And how it ate the sun
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| For the sake of night
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| So we danced a little slower
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| Because we felt it in our hearts
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| My fingers were fine the way they were
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| I would have kept them crossed
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| And I know it wasn’t up to you
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| But everything you do
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| Well it hurts more than anything could hurt
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| More than anything could ever hurt
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| And I went to our favorite spot, sat upon the rocks
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| And I screamed at the fucking sun
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| And I screamed at the ocean blue
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| For not being as beautiful
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| For not being as beautiful
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| For not being as beautiful
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| Without you |